John Lewis died a few days ago on Friday, July 17. He was an inspiration, as a leader, and as a courageousAF freedom fighter. These days I need inspiration more than ever. Thank god it’s there in so many courageous voices and actions. This morning I found this courage in Michelle Obama’s and Glennon Doyle’s … Continue reading “totally carpeing the hell outta these diems..”
I grew up in Phoenix which was hot as blazes in the summer, and there wasn’t much else to do back then but go to the swimming pool. As soon as I was old enough, I took myself and the dime it cost, to go to the public swimming pool every single summer day to … Continue reading Because you are fully human…
In this pandemic time I’m gaining a certain intimacy with the sidewalks in my neighborhood Learning where the uneven-nesses are, Where the sudden differences in elevation have caused my downfall And might again If I happen to not be paying attention, Looking up at the clouds for instance as I’m given … Continue reading A Certain Intimacy…
It’s Monday and I’m flying home from Phoenix A friend with a recent kidney transplant and before that 5 years of dialysis Gifted me a fistful — neatly folded — of Clorox bleach wipes I wiped down the tray latch, the tray — front, back, and sides, The seatbelt buckle, and armrests Serious times calling … Continue reading Papancea* on a Plane
The morning after. No pill for this. I awoke at 4:30. When I wake early like that, I try not to look at my cell phone. Because it’s really iffy if I’ll get back to sleep. If I pick up a book instead, I’ll have a better chance of reading for awhile and then getting … Continue reading The Morning After
On Writing a Poem or We’re Guilty of Compassion and the Troops are Coming or They, Who Loved Life As Much As We or What Keeps Her Up at Night … Continue reading On Writing a Poem
This morning I wrote a poem. It’s working title is “Morning Prayer”… “Morning Prayer” Each morning she steps outside Fills her eyes with sun rise Clouds shape and color-shift grey to pink Low-lying like fog, high flying like cirrus, A pale crescent moon in the western sky the green green green of trees She inhales … Continue reading I wrote a poem…
Wow, it’s been four months since I posted here! I’ve been busy, I guess. And depressed, and had writer’s block. And was busy writing for my Creative Non-fiction writing class at City College. There were a lot of factors. Some, I’m sure, I don’t even know about. I awoke today thinking about Thanksgiving, which is only … Continue reading Thanksgiving, 2019…
Hopefully, if we keep fighting for it, if we don’t give up, someday truth will come back into fashion. In the meantime, Do NOT give up. It’s what the GOP wants — it’s their fucking game plan, to energize their right wing base and to de-energize the rest of America. WE have truth and righteousness … Continue reading A little pep talk…
Flying, Phoenix is about an hour and a half from San Francisco. It’s so much more than that culturally-speaking, though not nearly as far as I imagine say, Mena, Arkansas is. After boarding the Southwest plane this morning, I sat watching the rest of my fellow passengers filing down the aisle, seat-searching. It was a … Continue reading Maybe I was her first liberal?
Gayle Markow: As I am... 